Wednesday, September 30, 2009

Autumn for Charlie

I love fall. Sometimes Charlie does too. He is, however, not wild about the newly windy weather. I suppose it is too reminiscent of the storms that he hates. All those positive ions, you know. The other morning was beautiful and gusty. I lay on the couch applying for jobs while Charlie hid under the desk. By the time I had added five more applications to my deeply depressing cumulative total, I envied Charlie a bit.

Here he is:

Even through my blind and obsessive love for this dog, I realize that it is a little abnormal and unhealthy how much time we spend together. When he is not outside, he rarely lets me out of his sight. He follows me around like my own personal poltergeist. I trip over him a lot these days. He reproachfully stares at me and whines when I sit in a manner that precludes him from sitting on me or sitting directly next to me. Maybe I need to get out more. Maybe I need a job.

I am happy it is fall though.

It means Charlie can accompany me on more of my errands without the worry of him dying in a hot car.

Friday, September 25, 2009

This is why even my clean clothes are covered in white fur

If that is my price to pay for having the cutest puppy ever then so be it

Wednesday, September 16, 2009


Jiyoung alerted me to this genius: HAHAHAH. I think about Charlie and laugh at things like that so I don't cry so much.

Tuesday, September 8, 2009

Friday, September 4, 2009

How much does it cost to send a letter?

I have in my possession the most valuable postage stamp of all. That would be Charlie. Despite the hunger strike and the sad eyes, his parents still have not returned and he feels like he lacks attention. He compensates for this by never letting me out of his sight and touching me whenever it is possible (note I did not say comfortable).

Here he is:

At this point, he feels that the seal is providing him with enough amusement that he does not need to hover over me as I type, drooling on my keyboard and mimicking a canine guardian angel. Last night, he felt that I was taking up a little too much of the bed for his liking. He abruptly hopped off and huffed around the room, scratching at various items. Little did I know this was part of his elaborate plot. As I sat up to reach something at the end of my bed, he hopped up behind me, laying his head on the pillows and stretching out. Unable to move him, I spent the night scrunched up, with a face full of fur, listening to puppy snoring.

There are worse things.